I guess that seeing yourself on a screen is something that you get used to. Let's face it, these days, there's really nothing that you do that doesn't get filmed.

If there was no Black Sabbath, I could still possibly be a morning newspaper delivery boy. No fun.

The worst day of my life was once that my mom didn't allow me to go to a Queen concert because I was grounded.

One of my few shortcomings is that I can't predict the future.

I'm just sittin here trying not to be unhappy.

Stretching your parameters is a necessity if you wan to keep growing, and sometimes the best way to do that is to dive into the deep end.

This isn't about fans, greed or money. It's about being morally right or wrong. Nobody is governing the way music gets from artists to fans. It's all running amok.

The only band that we have never played with but have always wanted to is the Rolling Stones.

Some people try and tell you what the songs are about and it bores me to death.

Metallica's the only band I've ever been in and it's the only band I ever wanna be in.

Sharing's only fun when it's not your stuff.

Experience teaches us that it is much easier to prevent an enemy from posting themselves than it is to dislodge them after they have got possession.

I'm going to do something bigger and better, bigger and betterand bolder, but first, I'm going to do somethingsmaller and worse.

Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his or her world.

To regret religion is to regret Western civilization.

The precept to worship God 'in spirit and in truth' recommand to worship him as an inward and moral force, without physical attributes and with no relation to fears and egoist wishes.

Since infinity is by its very nature infinite, then enlightenment by its very nature is infinite, and thus can be experienced in infinite ways, by itself or without itself

In terms of essays, I would say Oliver Sacks. His breadth of hard knowledge and imagination and empathy seems to constitute the perfect mind to me.

Obedience sums up our entire duty.

The sound and proper exercise of the imagination may be made to contribute to the cultivation of all that is virtuous and estimable in the human character.

What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we might display, By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.